Avengers’ Masque – A Stomp Prompt Sonnet

Avengers’ Masque

Her costume, a gown of fine wine, her mask
set with pearls clasped to her face by ribbons
woven into her tresses for the task
of concealing sharp toothed combs. Those ribbons
doubled as garrotes to choke betrayer’s
throats if she could lure the king’s killers out
to the veranda. Did the betrayer
see circling near that his doom had turned out?
The whisper silk of her dress gave notice
of her progress across the ballroom, booze
kept all but one, and not her accomplice,
from watching the killer, that one guest whose
sword belt held not a copy tied for peace,
but a Guardian’s blade wanting release…

Thank you, this is a scene from a story I’ve not yet written. It was rattling around in my head so I sonetized it (I’m sure that’s not a word butit ought to be!) (in reply to another comment that got flagged as spam–I’m very sorry about this.)